I should be able to pick up 2CA in Canberra from Albury.

Gone from Cromer now? Time to change your location in your profile, Pete.

Hi G,
Yes I've moved to Albury,but I have one last trip of junk to do.
It took 7 trips ! So 7 times 1200klms is 8400klm of moving my stuff!
I'm Completely worn out ,but I'm over the moon to be in Albury and out of Sydney.
Pete

8400klm of moving my stuff!

Wow, longer than Sydney to Perth and back.

Moving is fun: I sold part of the farm & moved back to the site where the main infrastructure is and has been for well over a century. That still took the best part of a month. Things like steel stationary cupboards were actually loaded on to pallets and the tractor took them on the 3/4 mile trip to the old site.

Eventually the smaller household stuff went into a furniture van.

Marc

I've lived in around 35 locations since day one. Moving ain't fun.

In my childhood, we moved house all the time,
The 70s is a blur to me of boxes.
But a big move like I've just done is good if you are looking for a new life and complete change. A big move means new jobs ,new house ,schools ,new people and places.
I have s couple of friends in Sydney I will miss but nothing else.
Won't miss the traffic or the cost ! Sydney was good when I was a boy and even the 80s was good , not now !
Pete

Even in the outer suburbs of Sydney its getting congested Pete.
In Toongabbie 20 years ago you could park in the main street and get lunch at the grille bar or chip shop.
Good luck with that now its a fight between the Turkish Kebab, Indian take away, Sri Lankan yummy food, and so on, all lovely people but there are thousands of them!
Double parking, U turns in the main street, park across your driveway, we are feeling like a minority or maybe we are not city folks but did not expect Toongabbie to become the city!

Fred.

Reminds me of a true happening to an arrogant silly old goat in the Car Club years ago: Thick as a plank. He went to visit his sister in the big smoke.

She told him straight out that he should not go down to the shops, as you had to cross a highway and it was not like where he was in Benalla, where, if you wanted to get hit by a car you would need to book it in advance. So dum dum goes down to the shops walks out between two cars and straight into the path of a truck.

He then spent the rest of his life in care, in a home for the terminally bewildered.

Marc

Marcc, we would move up to our Springwood home , but guess what?
Used to be able to drive up to the shop you wanted, and park in front of it.
Now its all parking zones, no parking zones, don't stop here, keep away,...…..
.
Quicker now to leave the car in the garage and walk the 1k to the "village", oh crap, its now a city!!!
At least Springwood has an old folks home handy except we need to book in way in advance...…..
We must be getting old and cranky.

And terminally confused!
Fred.

The Hume Motorway between Campbelltown and Liverpool is 4 lanes each way - and that's on the outskirts of the metro area. God only knows how wide it will need to be in twenty years or so with two urban motorways feeding it. I know the M7 is a car park every afternoon.

That's why we are dumbing down students in maths: Too many human monkeys on the planet & they need to stop multiplying.

Marc

Fred, I have lots of stuff like you do so the move was a long haul.
It's over now though
I had to leave behind a few things as I ran out of time ,one was my 1930s hardwood work bench which is a nightmare to move on my own , it's 8ft long and made of hardwood.
The other thing I left behind was my box trailer
It needed some work and there was no time left.
Pete

I feel for you Pete, because the last move I did, I did on my Pat Malone and I will admit right now that I nearly killed myself doing it. I know some good techniques to get big things moved safely, it's all about using the weight of things like fridges and plasma televisions to work for you instead of against you but it was the drudgery of doing things like cleaning and meeting everyone else's timetables and getting the taxi truck back to Thrifty on time so the budget is met. They were the hard things for me.

The other hard thing was to decide how to shift more than 250 vintage radios without breaking them. Packing is always easier than unpacking because once the pack and shift is done, unpacking becomes a bigger chore and there is really no incentive to do the unpack as quickly as the pack. Then there is all the display cases and rack shelving that those 250+ radios sit on or in... It all has to come down and holes filled and walls painted.

In the next year or so I will be doing it again. The last move was around five years ago. The good thing is, as time has gone on, on average I have been shifting less often. If that trend continues I will be quite happy.

EDIT: I suppose one thing I forgot to mention is that the last few times I have needed to shift, there was the added need to shift this site with me because I hosted it at home. Now that I am not doing this, the headache of needing to set up communications at the new address before leaving the old one is no longer required. These days I don't even bother with a landline for Internet. I just use my mobile phone data allowance and in the odd month I go over I overflow onto a pre-paid account on an older phone I keep running for that purpose.

Whilst I do miss a wired connection and a static IP address, it's not a biggie and I've found the mobile connection faster and more reliable than the old ADSL anyway. Not having to contend with my ISP's offshore call centres has also been a blessing.

Brad,
Actually it felt like it might kill me too!
But it was my dream to live in a 50s home again out of Sydney.
I never adapted to living in the northern beaches in a modern house.
I always felt like I was staying in a hotel room.
This place very much me and I can deck it out with all my 50s stuff and watch my black white TVs in peace,
People are nice here and I see old stuff everywhere I go.
So the big move was worth it.
Pete

I would love to own a 40s or 50s weatherboard joint I must admit. It's a pity that I'd have to watch the fibro innards. One of my grandparents' place was like that, complete with a glass-fronted switchboard, which always seemed to fascinate me as a kid.

My problem is that I am as old as they were when I was that kid and the thought of keeping a house like that painted under my own hand doesn't seem to appeal. So if I ever did live in a place like that I'd probably palm that job (or at least the exterior) off onto a painter.